#wickcdcreations

[comiiical]

@wickcdcreations​

looking around as he walked by the park holding scott’s hand, he stopped them nearby a bench, mostly because he could hear the other’s heart asking for a rest in a way that was not done within bedroom’s limits. sitting, he prompted him onto his lap and placed both hands on the man’s shoulders and back, massaging with his thumbs first, then hands, the surface below the shirt, lifting it enough to do so. it was not until his gaze run the surface of his back thath e noticed the laced threatening to show above the trousers. “are you doing a joey again?” steve asked, teasingly as he half smiled to the idea.

[boysofcharm]

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Tony knew that this was the kind of place where he could honestly have anyone he wanted - a Tony Stark party where staff, partners and investors could all drink and enjoy themselves and interns flung themselves left, right and center...and yet currently he only had eyes for one specific man. A handsome and rather striking computer man who was keeping to himself that FRIDAY let him know was one of his computer developers. Perhaps sometimes Tony’s tastes ran a little younger and he loved the attention of pretty boys and girls wanting him, but sometimes there wasn’t anything quite like an older man that really ticked all the boxes for him.

“So, I’m trying to decide whether your constant glances my way are because you’re working up the courage to hit on the boss or if you’re just imagining scenarios with me in your head” He remarked casually as he set two glasses down on the table Ronald was standing at, both filled with the dark colour of a hard liquid. “Which is it, hm? I’m curious about the answer.”

[americanboys]

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Never in his life did Jude expect to be where he was. Lying in an airbnb alone, waiting on a young man to drive up. His wife and kids were at home under the assumption that he was out drinking with his buddies. Just the same as every Friday. He and Cas were in deep. Jude was aware of how Cas felt about him and to be honest, Jude was beginning to feel something for the boy in return. He had never developed this sort of relationship with another man in his life. Only ever one night stands or the occasional quickie at work. “Hello, my handsome boy”, Jude exhaled, watching and admiring as his boy slipped through the back entrance. “Come sit.” Jude was grinning from ear to ear as he patted the spot next to himself on the couch. There was always such a rush of excitement when Jude got to see Cas because it wasn’t a lot.

[strikersunindie-a]

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Miguel thought that if Kenneth had his chance to be out and proud, the older man might have been more assertive. But that wasn't the case, and Miguel knew that if they wanted to get anywhere beyond kissing, he'd have to take charge. So his fingers began undoing the buttons on Kenneth's shirt. His own suit was feeling tight, but he wanted Kenneth to get used to the idea of being shirtless around other guys in this context, not a locker room. As soon as it was open, Miguel shrugged the blazer off and loosened his tie so at least he was in some state of undress.

"Take the shirt off and lay back," he said firmly as he moved to between Kenneth's legs. This was a bit vanilla in the gay world, but considering Kenneth never ventured in, it might be a lot. So Miguel was going to figure out what his limits and what wasn't. "Damn you're hot," he said as he leaned down and began rubbing Kenneth's chest before kissing down on the spot. He began peppering kisses all over the chest until he got closer and closer to a nipple. Without asking, Miguel wrapped his lips around one of them and began sucking, flicking it with his tongue, and applying just the right amount of pressure to get Kenneth to audibly react.

[fatalgames-a]

whether it was his harsh upbringing , his line of work , or just the way he was programmed, santiago was the kind of man who identified what it was he wanted , executed a plan , then made every necessary effort to allow him to claim what it was he wanted.  and that meant by any means necessary.  that exact same practice was used when it came to intimacy.  so , after an evening of eyefucking the man from across the wine bar , santiago got up and made his move.  when he reached the man who was sitting on a stool at the bar itself , he leaned in closely as if they were already acquainted.  “ you’ve been very gracious in allowing my gaze to violate you all evening , ” he commented in a low, hushed tone close to the gentleman’s ear.  “ i don’t suppose you would be interested in finding out what the real thing would feel like ... ?? ” he glanced over his shoulder in the direction of the men’s room.

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[carnalxheroism]

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Surreal as it was, there they are. There he is. That while he had heard it from Thor and Scott—even Tony, nothing could’ve really prepared him for actually being right in it. At the very least, his apartment wasn’t at all different from his. From, well—Steve. Not that he’s any different too. Or he is. All of him. For a moment, the soldier caught himself, between his own reality and his own… insecurity—really, he wished his admiration came from vanity. That while he could see the other before him, be him… just like him, it was at that moment where Steve realized that he had never seen himself beyond what he could see on his own when it came to his own self. Captain America. In the flesh. Broad and strapping and—big. Especially so with how his own clothes didn’t hide what the serum did to him. To them. Steve sighed then; a little more self-conscious as how he could feel his own chest strain against his own clothes… and he could almost feel a tingle in his body—same body that had felt worship, his own body that felt pain and pleasure both.

“I’m not saying that this is sad, but to see you don’t have a date even in this version of events…” Steve chuckled, smirking through the slight thick of his beard as he tilted his head towards his mirror match. His broad form swelling on as he folded his arms across his chest, making them heave a bit more. “… what’s the lie that we’re gonna tell ourselves time? We’re in the mood for animal documentaries more?” he teased on as a different kind of pressure was starting to well up.

[destinymade]

@wickcdcreations got renly for tommen ! 

"do you know why you didn’t suffer the same fate as your brother?” although it might have been morbid to talk about the dead, renly excelled in conversation. he couldn’t keep his eyes on the body during the execution because of all of the blood. yet, a master with words, he hoped to persuade his nephew in seeing his side of things if the other man was worried about that. “you actually remind me a lot of myself when i was your age.” a soft smile spread across his face, signaling for all of the others to step out of the room. he wasn’t worried about what tommen was going to do to him and he didn’t mean the boy any harm. they could use their privacy, especially if the other wanted to grieve or console in renly. “words are more powerful than a sword. they create treaties and form bonds. anger get get in the way of that when it’s unhinged. i don’t want to say i’m more talk than action, but i do prefer a discussion of things first. what he did... how he got... there was no coming back from that.” 

[fagbxyss]

@wickcdcreations​ gets a starter from Jake

                    Jake listened to the radio every single morning on his way to work instead of listening to his cell phone. He enjoyed radio hosts’ conversations and it was a good way to really wake him up. He just never really expected to win tickets to this amazing concert that he was actually planning on buying tickets for. But when he heard the question on the radio that he knew the answer to without a doubt, he had no choice but to call in. 

                       Now, Jake walked through the building he was sent to. He looked around with a big smile on his face, fascinated by everything around him. When he reached the door he was told to go to, Jake smiled, knocking eagerly. He wasn’t sure who it was that was giving him the tickets he’d won, but in all honesty, he really didn’t care. He was just so excited to win.